Lines of Support
by Rovermedic
Summary: *Updated* After Ice Queen...will Mac see Harm as a free man again?
1. Lines of Support

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them...do you really thin Harm would be in this mess if I did??  
  
Spoiler: Ice Queen  
  
This is my first JAG fanfic so be gentle...honestly, reviews and feedback are welcome.  
Lines of Support  
Lt. Colonel Sarah Mackenzie pulled into her regular parking spot at JAG headquarters. Out of habit she surveyed the lot looking for his vehicle, seconds later it all came crashing back. The bitter nightmare and stark reality that she would not see him today or for sometime to come, perhaps never again as a free man. She choked back a sob, something she thought she had rid herself of during her lonely, sleepless vigil last night. She was startled by a knock on her window. She looked up into the familiar face of Lt. Harriet Sims. Realizing there was nothing she could do to hide the anguish she felt from one of her best friends she promptly rolled her window down.  
"Good morning, Ma'am," Harriet said before she realized the implications of her words.  
"Not very," replied Mac.  
Harriet looked down as if ashamed at her own words. "No Ma'am, I guess not." She looked up into Mac's soulful eyes. "Ma'am, Bud and I just want you to know we don't believe the Commander is responsible for Lt. Singers death and we're going to help you get through this."  
Mac got out her Vette and rolled the window up before locking the door. Wiping a stray tear from her cheek she gave Harriet a thin smile and hugged her. "Thanks, Harriet, that means a lot to me and I'm sure Harm would appreciate it, too." Nothing could remove the black veil from her heart, but she knew she would be strong for the others that were hurting, too.  
  
Mac walked through of sea of sympathetic faces as she made her way through the bullpen on the way to her office. She resisted the urge to close her door and shut herself off from everyone. Instead she dropped her cover and briefcase then took up a stack of files from her desk and began to mindlessly sorting them.   
She wasn't immediately aware of the imposing figure standing silently in her doorway. When his presence did register she looked up, startled. "Sir!" she started to rise to attention.  
"As you were, Mac." there wasn't a hint of command in A.J. Chiggwidden's voice. He entered her office and shut the door behind him. Then he took a seat in front of her desk.  
Mac was speechless. The gesture of him coming to her broke all decorum and was an overt display of his support.   
"We're all here for you, Mac, I just want you to know that if you need anything day or night." the words didn't come easy to the Admiral, the warrior/exSEAL was used to taking problems on head on. Now, as with most of his frustrated staff he was relegated to spectator.  
For once felt she could open up and release the demons invading her mind. "They're going to hang him, sir." She looked down as the tears began to fall freely. "They're going to hang him and there isn't anything I can do to save him this time."  
A.J. came around the side of the desk and put his arms around her, decorum be damned. He didn't say anything for several seconds. "Mac, I know there is a lot of evidence against him, but it's all circumstantial. There isn't one solid piece that links him directly to the crime." He didn't add that the amount of circumstantial was mounting and was building into a pretty good case for the prosecution. He shook his head. No amount of evidence was going to convince him that Harmon Rabb, Jr had killed Loren Singer.   
Mac pulled away from her commanding officer and looked him in the eyes. She knew that he knew that they had enough to arrest him and probably enough to convince a jury."Thanks, sir."  
A.J . stood up and straightened his jacket. "Why don't you hand your cases off and take a few days?"  
She smiled. "Thank you, sir, but we're shorthanded here as it is and I think sitting at home in my apartment would really make me crazy right now."  
Chigwidden considered it for a moment before nodding his head in agreement. "Allright then, but don't forget we're here for you. Let me know if the load gets to be too much for you." He turned and opened the door.   
"Sir?"  
He stopped and turned again.  
"I know I can't be part of the investigation, but I would really like to be part of the defense team."  
A.J. smiled, "I think I can do that." He looked out into the bullpen. "I'll put your name at the top of the list."  
"Thank you, sir"  
"Semper Fi, Mac."  
To Be Continued???? 


	2. Lines of Defense

Thanks for all the great feedback. Next chapter should get better  
  
Lines of Defense  
It was just before 0900 when Mac finished handing off the last of her open cases to other judges. She had finished with a landmark case so nothing she had given out was major. She pushed herself away from her desk and was starting for the door when bud popped his head in door.  
  
"Colonel, the Admiral asked me to check in with you about the the Commander's case. Have you got time?"  
  
"Of course, Bud. I just cleared my docket and was about to get some coffee before I got started. Care for some?" Mac was glad to have Bud on board. No one was better at digging up hard to find information.  
  
Before Bud could reply PO Tiner knocked on the door. "Ma'am, Mrs Burnett is on the line for you."  
  
Mac looked puzzled "Mrs Burnett? Oh! Harms Mom!" She looked from Tiner to Bud. "Has she been notified?"  
  
"Yes, Ma'am. The Admiral called her this morning before you arrived. She asked for you by name, Colonel." Tiner replied.  
  
"Thanks, Tiner." she said as she started for the phone.  
  
Bud followed Tiner out the door. "I'll get that cofffee, Ma'am" he said as he shut the door behind him.  
  
Mac took a deep breath and answered the call. "Mrs Burnett, this is Mac. What can I do for you?"  
  
"Hi Mac, call me Trish. I spoke to the Admiral this morning but he wasn't very forthcoming with information. Can you tell me what is going on with Harm?"  
  
Mac could hear the tension in Trishes voice and felt her stomch tied in knots agan. "There isn't much to tell at this time. Harm is suspected of the murder of another officer," the was a gasp on the other end of the line. "Mrs...Trish, I'm not going to lie to you, Harm could be in a lot of trouble. He hasn't been very cooperative with the investigators and some of the evidence they have uncovered involves Harm. It gets complicated but I want you to know I am going to do everything in my power to help your son."  
  
"I know you will, dear. I have great confidence in you and so does Harm. He always said you were like a force of nature on a case." the tremble in her voice was evident. "Mac, I want you to use any and every resource you need. Frank, suggested retaining a civilian lawyer, but I don't want to slight you in anyway." "That is entirely up to you and Harm, ma'am. Although you have to know that I don't intend to give up this case. I'll ask Harm about it for you, I'm going to interview him today. I'll let you know what he says."  
  
"Thank you, dear. I want to fly out tonight, but Frank wants me to wait for a bit sonce this could be lengthy. What do you think?"  
  
"I tend to agree with Frank, ma'am. I also think it would worry Harm to see you upset right now."  
  
Trish sighed "All right, Mac. Give Harm my love and let me know if there is anything you need...and I mean anything."  
  
"I will. I'll call you in a day or two. Goodbye." Mac hung up the phone as Bud came back in with coffee. She took the offered cup and drank half of it in one swallow. "Is everyting all right, Ma'am?"  
  
Mac set cup on her desk and grabbed her briefcase and cover. "She's worried as any of us would be and are." She reached out and sqeezed his are. "I'm going over to the detention center now. I want you to dig up all the facts we have no matter how small."  
  
"Yes, ma'am. I'll get right on it. Do you have anything for the others?" He opened the door for her.  
  
"Others? You mean there are more members on the team?"  
  
Bud smiled. "Only everyone in the officce. Right down to the janitor."  
  
Mac smiled for the fist time in days. "You coordinate the, Bud. I'm off to call up a force of nature."  
  
Mac tried to treat it as just another case but as soon as she saw Harm she knew she couldn't do that. The man sitting in the chair before he was her best friend. someone she would give anything for, including her life. Now looked like a stranger. Dark circles clouded his eyes and the air of confidence he usually carried was gone. Only when he saw her did she see a spark of the old Harm. She wanted to go to him and hold him but she knew the guards wouldn't allow it. Nor could she risk seeming unprofessional. Instead she reached out and took his hand."Hi Harm." It was all she could get out.  
  
He gave her a half smile. It was nothing like his usually beaming grin that made her weak in the knees. "Looks like I'm in it this time."  
  
"That's why I'm here, your own personal force of nature." She smiled back.  
  
He gave her a confused look then smiled in understanding. "I see you've been talking to Mom. How is she?"  
  
Mac bowed her head. "About as well as any of us could. Someone we love is in trouble."  
  
She took a deep brath them sat down in the chair opposite him. "There is a lot of evidence against you. All of it circumstantial, but you know that. Do you know anyone you ticked off enough to get revenge this bad?"  
  
"Only half of D.C." he shrugged "and maybe one or two people in Australia. But then you knew that." He changed the subject. "Don't let mom or Sergei come out here."  
  
Mac knew he was trying to change the subject."We need to talk about this case. I need to know what you know and anything you suspect. Starting with the fetus. Was it Sergei's?"  
  
Harm looked up sharply. "I don't know, but Sergei didn't do it."  
  
"Does he have an alibi? They are still trying to pin down the time of death." She began jotting notes on a legal pad.  
  
"Sergei is innocent!" Harm repeated.  
  
Mac stood up abruptly throwing the chair she had been sitting in backward. Her eyes were boiling as she stood over Harm inches away from his face ."Damn it, Harm, I know that! And I know you didn't do it either, so stop protecting him!" She slammed both palms down on the table that separated them. "If you don't stop this and start helping me they will hang you and possibly Sergei, too. Then the real killer will be free. Is that what you want?" She stood back and reached for the chair and uprighter it again. She stood leanng on the back rest with her shoulders slumped.  
  
"Maybe you shouldn't be here, Mac. I think this is a no-win situation." His voice was little more than a whisper.  
  
Mac looked at him tearfully. "I'm sacred to lose, Harm. If I lose this case I lose you and if I lose you, there's no hope for me." She stood straight again and wiped her eyes. "Think about everything. If you want your mom to hire civilian counsel, I'll understand, but I'm not backing away from this." She walked around to him and placed her hand on his cheek. "I'm not going to lose you. I'm on your six, flyboy."  
  
Before Harm could react she stepped to the door and called the guard.  
  
Mac fougt back the ears as she walked back to her car. She couldn't understand this new side of Harmon Rabb. Why was he fighting her? It was almost like he didn't want to be defended. She knew one thing; if he didn't cooperate soon there might not be much of a defense. She was almost to her car when she saw it. A note was tucked neatly under her drivers side wiper blade. She scanned the parking lot but saw no suspicious looking persons. She removed the note carefully so as not to destroy any prints and read it. It's message was very simple:  
  
This is the first. Revenge is mine.  
  
The note would likely be useless as evidence. There was no signature and it was a photocopy of a computer generated message. Mac felt her blood run cold as she reached for her cell phone.  
Harriet Sims couldn't shake the sinking feeling. It had started when she had seen the Colonel this morning and prevailed all day. She had never seen the Mac so shaken and lost. Up to that point she had been able to tell herself that everything would turn out and The Colonel and Commander would find a way to beat the odds again. Looking around the bullpen now she saw a lot of lost faces mindless ly perfoming their duties. She felt the most for Bud. He was lost trying to understand the circunstances that had led to the Commander's arrest. She felt bad for Mac, she felt bad for Bud, she just felt bad. She reached for her cup and was headed for the break room when she saw the Clolnel come out of the elevavator. Harriet picked up the the mail and followed her into her office. "Your mail, ma'am." Mac took the stack from Harriet and threw it on her desk without a glance. "Thanks, Harriet. Assemble the Commander's defense team and have them meet me in the conference room in 10 minutes."  
  
"Yes, ma'am. How is the Commander?"  
  
"Uncooperative, very uncooperative." Mac replied as she threw herself into her chair and started rumaging through her desk for asprin.  
To be continued... 


	3. Between the Lines

Between the Lines  
Harm felt like kicking himself. The feeling wasn't new, but when you had a lot of time to youself to think you tended to revisit old memories. Harm had a lot of time to think these days. Mac had come to save his six (once again) and he had been a beligerant ass (once again). What was it about her that brought out the worst in him? Why couldn't he be humble, appreciative and lay things on the line for her? One thing was for certain, if he didn't get out of here her would have the rest of his life to contemplte the 'would have beens' and 'could have beens'. The whole Singer business was a mess. He had gone so overboard protecting Serei he had put him self on the block. Now all of that circumstantial evidence was going to get him axed. Unlike a civilian court where he was presumed innocent he was going against bias of guilt from the begining. It was going to take a miracle to get him out of here. 'Or a force of nature',he chuckled. If, no, when Mac got him out of here he vowed things were going to be a lot different.  
As Mac entered the conference room all conversation ceased. The occupants; Bud and Harriet looked at her expectantly. "Good afternoon, Mac. Did your visit with Harm go well?" Bud asked.  
  
Mac rubbed a hand over her tired face. "Let's just say that Harm is true to form."  
  
Harriet cast a concerned look at her friend. "Ma'am, if you would like I'll send Gunny after some take out. I know we will are be more productive on a full stomach." She knew Mac had probably neglected herself in her concern for Harm. At least they should be able to see what is right in front of them after this, she thought to her self.  
  
"Good idea, Harriet. Lots of coffee,too" Mac took out her notes as Harriet sent Gunny the request. As soon as Harriet was seated again she began. 'First of all, Bud I want you to put together a list of the usual suspects. Anyone who threatened revenge against the Commander and myself."  
  
"You, ma'am?" Bud asked.  
  
Mac ignored the question. "Check everyone for alibis and prioritize them. And Bud..."  
  
Bud looked up from his notes. "Ma'am?"  
  
Mac sighed, "Make sure Mic Brumby's name is on the list." Mac looked at the stunned faces around her. "I want no stone unturned."  
  
Gunny came in with the food after putting it around the table he started to leave.  
  
"Gunny, stick around, have a seat. You may have something to contribute. You worked homicide on the outside, right?" "Yes ma'am" he said taking a seat at the far end of the table.  
  
Mac took a sandwich, unwrapped it and set it to the side. "I'd like to go over the evidence now.Sae up a separate folder for each," She waited until everyone had returned to thier notes. "First, PO Coates testimony that she had seen Harm and Singer arguing in a bar. We need to find witnesses that saw them leave seperately and someont who can confirm Harm's whereabouts afterward."  
  
Bud looked up. "Colonel, that's going to be next to immpossible. It was three months ago."  
  
"Reinterview Coates and see if she remembers anyone. Next, Harm's fingerprints in her car; I'll ask Harm about that," She made a note on the pad in front of her. Gunny, find out if anyother prints were found." She passed a note pad to Gunny. On top of it was the note she had found in her car encased in a plastic evidence bag. "Also see if the lab can pull any prints off of that."  
  
"Aye aye, ma'am."  
  
Mac looked thoughtful for a minute. "Harriet, can you set up a phone interview for me with Sergei Zukhov? You'll find his number in the commander's rolodex." Mac sighed, now for the most damning piece of evidence. "There was a commander's cover found on scene. I would like to know if any DNA was obtained from it, any identifiers on it or anything distinctive. Also Harriet, check to see if there have been any orders placed for commnaders covers. Who ever lost that one will need a new one. Even the fact that Harm didn't place the order may help out case." Harriet looked up to see a thoughtful expression on Harriet's face. "Something on your mind, Harriet.?"  
  
Startled out of thoughfulness Harriet stammered, "Yes ma'am,...I mean no, ma'am....I mean, well I'm sure someone has already been there."  
  
Mac was interested. "Speak up, Harriet. If you have a thought I want to hear it, that's why we're here."  
  
"Well, ma'am. If someone did switch covers with the Commander and if they left the Commander's cover at the crime scene, wouldn't it stand to reason that the Commander's cover, I mean the cover the Commander has been using.....Has anyone looked at it?" Harriet looked that the stunned faces around the table, but came back to Mac's. There was a fire in her eyes where clouds of despair had been before.  
  
"Gunny?" Mac barely got the word out before he jumped out of his seat.  
  
"I'm on it, ma'am" he came to attention and left the room.  
  
Mac shut her eyes and prayed this was the break they needed.  
  
Harm tossed in his bunk. After mentally reviewing the case he didn't like tha odds against him. Circumstantial or not the evidence all pointed in his direction. his mind kept coming back to the cover found on scene. So, the killer was a commander or perhaps just wanted it to seem he was. He made a list of Commanders that might have a grudge against him. Something, a small fact, part of a memory was tugging at his consciousness.He hadn't lost a cover .He had been carefully framed. He knew he was innocent and he was reasonably certain Sergei was. No, he knew his brother wouldn't stoop to murder. Especilaly the murder of his unborn child. It hit Harm then, then unborn child was his neice. A solitary tear trickle doen his cheek.  
  
To be continued 


	4. Lines in the Sand

** Please excuse my delay in getting this out. And if it seems a bit overshipper we'll chalk it up to the painkillers. OH YEAH---this isn't exactly how Meltdown happened but it's my variation. I was a little disappointed.  
Lines in the Sand  
It was the part of the day that Mac dreaded: the time when she had to drive home to face another lonely night. The days weren't so bad because she had a focus, something to occupy her thoughts, but at the end of the day it would all come crashing down again. All she would have to keep her company tonight would be her case notes and thoughts of Harm. What was it about him that drew her to him so? He was an arrogant, stubborn, naval aviator; he was a strict vegetarian that consistently criticized her eating habits. They had little in common besides their occupation, but something drew them together. Each time he shared an intimate space either whispering in her ear or in one of their rare hugs she went to pieces inside. They had acknowledged their attraction a couple of times but neither had seemed ready to act on it. She sighed at her helplessness. It was no picnic being in love with Harmon Rabb, JR, in fact it was down right torture.  
  
Coming out of her reverie she realized she was almost to his apartment. She hadn't intended to come here, but decided it wouldn't hurt just to look in and pick up his mail. With mail in hand she unlocked the door to his apartment with a certain foreboding. To not see him in the kitchen or working at his desk would finally bring home what her heart was refusing to admit. She flipped on the lights and looked around, his very absence made the place seem smaller. Walking from room to room she finally stopped in the bedroom. The bed was neatly made and his uniforms hung neatly on their racks. The man was an impossible neatnik. For want of comfort she lay down across his bed and hugged his pillow close. It still smelled like him. He eyes closed and for the first time in two days she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.  
  
Mac came awake suddenly. Confusion ruled her senses until she realized she was in Harms bed in his apartment. How long had she been asleep? She consulted her internal clock: forty-three minutes and eighteen seconds. There was a faint creaking sound from the living room; she knew it was the sound of the door opening. Stealthily, she got up from the bed and crept to the entrance to the living room. Someone was trying to sneak in to Harm's apartment. Grabbing a softball bat Harm had left in the corner she reached for the light switch. Before she could act, the intruder turned on the lights and faced her. "Hello, Colonel. I was hoping I would wake you."  
  
"You! What are you doing here?" she asked pulling the bat up.  
  
"Please put that down." Commander Lindsey replied brandishing a firearm. Her firearm. "I knew there was something going on between you and Rabb."  
  
Mac dropped the bat at her feet. "What do you want? Why are you in Harm's apartment?"  
  
Lindsey smiled. "Just tying up some loose ends. With Rabb gone I knew you would eventually come here. Your distraught, your lover is incarcerated and you just can't live without him."  
  
"What are you talking about? Harm and I aren't... You set him up!!" The facts were starting to fall into place.  
  
"You know what they say about revenge. Rabb made it so easy and once they discover that you committed suicide in your 'partner's apartment it will bring up all kinds of questions. It will effectively ruin A.J. Chigwedden." Lindsey gloated.  
  
"You're doing all this just to get back at the Admiral? Rabb and I didn't do anything to you." Mac started inching closer to Lindsey.  
  
"You did plenty. You and Rabb are JAG's golden pair. You break every rule and still come out ahead. You should have never been promoted after your scandalous past."  
  
Mac saw movement outside the cracked front door. Someone was out there. She took a step toward Lindsey. "You're insane!" She yelled loud enough so he couldn't hear the door opening behind him.  
  
Sensing movement behind him Lindsey turned and aimed the weapon but before he could pull the trigger Gunny Valendez and Gunny Gibbs burst through the door. Mac Jumped back into the bedroom and flattened herself on the floor. Gunfire thundered through the apartment. Seconds later she heard someone come into the room and whisper her name. Admiral Chigwedden knelt beside her checking her for injuries.  
  
Mac sat up and gave her commanding officer a confused look. "Admiral, how did you."  
  
A.J. took her under the elbow and helped her up. "Thank Gunny Valendez. After you gave him that note to be analyzed he got suspicious. He came to me and I called NCIS and we have been tailing you."  
  
Mac went down the steps to the living room. Lindsey lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood apparently dead. Gunny Valendez was standing with his back against the wall while Gibbs was finishing up on his cell phone. They both came to attention when they saw her. No one said anything while Mac took in the scene. Finally, Gibbs spoke. "It looks like we have enough to clear Rabb, Colonel. Lindsey not only supplied us with a confession but motive. Unfortunately he didn't live to tell anyone else but I think we have enough."  
  
A.J. spoke up. "If you don't need her anymore, Gibbs I think I'll get her home."  
  
"No problem, Admiral, we can get her statement later. We'll need yours as well when you can."  
  
A.J. put an arm around Mac's shoulder. "Come on, Mac." He said as he guided her toward the door.  
  
"One more thing, Colonel." Mac turned to face him. "We tested the cover Rabb had on him. It turned out to be Lindsey's. His last four were still readable on the nameplate. Good work."  
  
Mac filed the information away for later. She would have to see that Harriet received some sort of commendation. "Thanks, Gunny. Thanks, Victor." She let A.J. lead her out the door. 


	5. Lines of Retreat

** The conclusion. The usual disclaimers apply  
Lines of Retreat  
Harmon Rabb, Jr. stepped out in to the bright sunlight. It felt good to feel the warmth on his skin and feel the breeze run through his hair. Never again would he take this feeling for granted. Scanning the parking lot his eyes came to rest on a familiar red Corvette. The Corvettes racing lines spelled speed something as a pilot he was addicted to. But it wasn't the car's lines he was appreciating at the moment; it was what adorned the hood. Sarah Mackenzie perched there smiling broadly. "Hello, jailbird, fly the coop?"  
  
Harm came up next to the car and flashed one of his trademark smiles. "With a little help from my friends."  
  
Mac jumped down from the hood and embraced him. "I'd say you owe me a beltway burger."  
  
Harm smiled and savored the embrace. "That and so much more."  
Later that evening...  
Mac rinsed the last of the dishes and handed it to harm to dry. Harm had noticed her nervousness earlier and when she told him about Lindsey coming in on her here I understood. Or at least thought he did. They had been in so many tight spots together both in combat and not that he found it hard to believe that the episode with Lindsey had affected her so. Maybe they should have had dinner at her place tonight. He put the dish away and turned to put the towel on the rack when he noticed she was crying. "Mac, what's wrong?" he asked as he tried to embrace her.  
  
Mac pulled away, the easiest thing in the world for her to do would be to lose her self in his arms. "We've got to talk, Harm." She walked to the window and looked out reaching deep for courage.  
  
Harm followed feeling his stomach drop. Whatever it was it had her upset and it would probably do the same to him. "Okay," He wanted to reach out to her but it didn't feel right.  
  
Mac took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She willed the tears not to fall. "I can't do this dance anymore." Harm gave her a puzzled look. "This dance we do around our feelings for each other. How we never allow our relationships to work out because we still think that maybe..." she held her hand up to keep him from interrupting.   
"I've been doing a lot of thinking lately and it really scared me. You almost got yourself into something this time that I couldn't get you out of. I don't even think you wanted me to help you....and you didn't even trust me enough to tell me you were investigating Lt. Singer. I realized that we're never going to be back where we were before Mic. I don't think we will ever have that closeness again and I guess I am to blame. But worse is knowing that there will come a time when I'll lose you, all of you, and I will lose you without ever having that little piece of yourself that you keep locked away from me. Only me." She looked at him. "I'm putting in for a transfer tomorrow. I need to see if I can get over this, get over you."  
  
Harm stood motionless contemplating everything she had said. He couldn't fault her, every word was the truth. Even the part about the tiny part of himself he had locked away from her. He wanted to give over but it would mean losing her as a partner something that made him not mind that fact that he wasn't a hotshot aviator anymore. But giving up that small piece would give her a power over him that no one else had ever had. Combat hardened fighter pilot that he was he was honestly afraid of her and what she could do to him. Beside that she made him what he was and made him a better lawyer and a better man. He would lose the best part of himself if she left. It was time to give him self over completely. He walked up to her and turned her to face him. "I want to plea bargain."  
"No deals, Harm." Her words came out as a whisper.  
"Life with no parole." He said firmly.  
"What?"  
"I place my self in you custody for the rest of my life." He said softly. "The heart goes with the deal. Deal?"  
  
  
Mac stared at him unsure what to say. She wanted to believe her ears, to believe that they really could make it. God, how she wanted to believe. "Is it what you really want?"  
  
"The deals on the table, counselor. The terms are more than acceptable to me."   
Mac could barely respond. "Accepted."  
They chose a less conventional means to seal the deal. Each felt a new electricity as their lips met. Each knew it was the best deal they had ever made.  
  
FIN 


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